Crack backs, heavy on the cash, all night at the drug site, we hung tight 3:00 in the night, ounces of coke, dirty kicks money gets low in the street yo, tough times nickles thats bigger than dimes, you know the flavor ruffneck city, ain't nothin sweet, kid, ain't nothin pretty New York, poppin the cork on crime, look at the 9 summertime in the court house, ah shit it wasn't mine 2 to 4, 3 to 9 benatoned it, what we all ran, fuck grams, you outta luck young bucks carrying gats, stay strapped for what we all slipped through the po-lig nobody bust freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts nobody drop the trees or they fronts meet on the roof, look off at the front, play low watch out for po-po, thats how it go three in the whip, we not that legit though, run for the gusto peep Marcel and Brown comin around, dippin the loco run, if you ever got somethin on you, son you best a run, be off the set, jet, bounce on the projects season of evict, weed in your piss and parole gots to have it slide like a rabbit, move quick, this is it hang jump from the fire escape, I made it drop the clip, fingerprints all on it, ah, fuck those bullets I'm losin my pants, I advance in my speed, succeed in my travel dance on em, and ah, fuck the whip, make my heart skip caught up in the drug traffic, I astounded, surrounded by the outfit one twentieth tried to knock my whole click run, these black boys that take none don't cop out the shit, take the three to six and add that shit
Run, if you ever pack a nice size gun Run, if you sell drugs to your dun Run, be the fuck out, word to god run hard
Between two cars we park, pepper got sparked in the dark heads scramble at the six ooh spys lookin at you, one, two, oh, lookin too how you roll what you stole, let me see you go nah, fuck you, if you wasn't a cop I might bust you, I don't trust you coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew we gather in the plaza to jerk through 3-60 with the crime waves, modern day slave, 1st-1 to peel, it's not real plant that, as a matter of fact, we crack em down us against brown, run fast like you ran track never look back, push the Acc on the sidewalk crash, toss the heat and tear ass zig zag till you reach your stash
Run, if you sell drugs to your dun Run, be the fuck out, word to god run hard
Me and the god back to back 1-85 with the 4-5, survive that chase, you took case, even though I remember ya face Even though I seen you rollin there bowlin in green kid, this cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run don't grab my jacket dun, get the fuck off, break north or go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it's too hot you got my man shot, nigga run we wylin on Staten Island, it's one thing bein in the bing and not smilin on the gate, it's too late fate held you over, jakes runnin for snakes the white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street comin from outta state, see me in the drivers seat coolin without the I-D, it's not me, babylons to the god, D-I-V-I-N-E
Run, if you sell drugs to their dun Run, if you pack a nice sized gun Run, if you wanna still have fun Run, be the fuck out, word to god run hard
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